by courtesy of her husband who proudly smashes her face against the seasons.

But then again, you can always pretend it never happened;

slip out of mummy’s lap,

cry on the white beach of Barbados, pick up your packages from the Mail service,

eat Avocados out of your backyard

and write Christmas cards to the 17-year-old that birthed you…

∞

Kay Bell has been writing since her 6th grade teacher introduced her to the poetry form: Haiku. She can be quoted: “If it makes me cry, sweat or bleed, then it is worth writing about”. Kay Bell has been published by the online quarterly journal “The American Aesthetic”, in the book “Brown Molasses Sunday: An Anthology of Black Women Writers” as well as in other venues. She is earning a MFA at The City College of New York.